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April 4, 2016

bloomer

No, I’m not a late bloomer. It’s just that this life and the chaotic Universe I landed inside struck me as being so mysterious so intricate […]
April 4, 2016

forced

I look out at the wind moving on two trees. Separated. Fifty yards and a road between. They are dancing the same assailable dance. Force acting upon […]
April 26, 2016

a new word for God

I am. Searching for a new word for God. One that fits this shifted conception That tells a story of grace and magic WAY bigger than […]
June 1, 2016

gravity fed

A river often incites a powerful urge to look upon it. There is… Flow. Impossible to follow after. Only a part can be observed and then let […]